by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
Ulysses Spangle escapes from a box Every night On a stage down in Devon He settles inside it at six fifty-eight Wrapped in chains And breaks out around seven * Ian Brownlie lives with his family in Marlow, Bucks (UK). He has been longlisted for the...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
“Three ovals and three lines,” I’m told. But my squiggles won’t settle, they won’t agree. Wayward and wild, horns flap; ears sprout willy-nilly and floating away from gravity. Eyes end up kind of distant, maybe just too kind. My goat’s legs won’t behave like normal...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
* Christine Eales is a poet who loves writing haiku. Some of them have been published in haiku journals and anthologies and also in Ink Sweat and Tears. Luckily other poems pop into her head. Most of them are for children which is not surprising as she enjoys...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
f you meet a wtch and she demands your eyes, don’t ask her to specfy – she named her prce and got a surprse. * Corey Richards is a writer and designer living in Northamptonshire. He reads a lot of books, has a soft spot for funny-sounding words and enjoys...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
It’s only zombies stumbling up the lane And they all want to eat your brain It’s only cobwebs stuck in your hair Disturbing the spiders crawling in there It’s only a boa constrictor that squeezes Every huggable thing it pleases It’s only aliens with long laser swords...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
When it’s dark over Albert’s mother’s it means the weather’s escaped because Albert’s mother is the Weather-Keeper. She takes the rainclouds for their daily walk. She brushes the shiny coat of the waking sun. She cleans the thunder’s teeth with dentastix made from the...
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